by Alisa Mullen
After a long hour of our first intimate moments as husband and wife, I picked Lizzie up and landed her in the middle of the king sized plush bed. I started out of the door in search for the one request I had asked of the hotel.
“Where are you going, baby? Are you already leaving me?” Lizzie called out. I turned around and gave her a disapproving look.
I grabbed the silver tray and the metal warmer. When I got back to the bed, Lizzie was on her side, her hair falling all over her breasts. I blew out a breath and tried to focus on my plan.
I lifted the lid and took the little spoon out filled with deep rich chocolate. It smelled rich and perfect for what I had planned. Lizzie’s eyes widened when she saw what it was.
“Tonight, I am going to show you all of my favorite spots on your body,” I said, as I took her wrist and rubbed chocolate on the inside of it.
She whimpered at the contact of the warm liquid against her colder skin. I put the spoon down on the tray and quickly I licked and sucked the chocolate off her wrists. She is entranced by my mouth as she watched me come up to meet her lips.
I took the spoon and rubbed the chocolate on one of her nipples. She watched me as I sucked off the chocolate and she moaned like she is already where I want her to be.
I continued the demonstrations on all of my favorite parts. The back of her ear, her belly button, the inside of her thighs, her mouth, and a dozen more places. She pulled me on top of her and we twisted into each other. She squirmed out of my embrace.
“My turn,” she whispered into my hair. I watched her take the spoon and put it to the side. She put her finger in the chocolate, pulled it out and licked it while her eyes penetrate into mine. I groaned.
I lay back down on the sheets and watched her begin to start on me. I closed my eyes to wait until I feel a warm rush of liquid poured all over my chest, my groin and the top of my thighs.
I quickly opened my eyes, startled. She giggled at me and shrugged.
“I don’t have just one or two favorites spots, baby. Your whole body is my favorite,” she said. In a flash, she jumped on me and started to lick all of the chocolate off of my whole body. The sheets were drenched, the chocolate was all over her now, and I am dumbstruck by the way she just trumped me at my own game.
I tossed her on her back and took over her body for hours. Our body were licked and washed clean on the bed, in the shower, on the couch, and up against the wall.
I looked up to the clock to see that is was nearly six in the morning. We had torn off all the chocolate sheets and were lying naked with no covers. Lizzie’s eyes are closing and she was trying to do everything she could to keep them open.
I pulled her body on top of mine and she straddled me while she tucked her face into my neck. That was how my wife and I fell asleep that morning and it was how we woke up that afternoon.
Two days later, after spending all of our days and nights cocooned into each other at the Ritz Carlton, we caught the plane back to Boston. We were rested and satiated. Our bodies hadn’t lost contact from one another for more than three minutes. It continued as we took our seats on the plane, with Niall at my side. He was so happy to see me and he seemed to want me to hold him more than Lizzie. She stuck her tongue out at me at one point and I smirked. I would take this baby’s love and a visual of her tongue any day.
Lizzie reminded me of a doctor’s appointment she wanted to go to and she was eager to start on really looking for a house. Her parents decided to stay behind for a week or two so that they could see Austin and San Antonio.
I insisted that after the baby came, we would make a trip anywhere Lizzie wanted to go. She said she had always wanted to go to Paris. We thought about it and decided our 1st real honeymoon would probably take place in two years, when we could leave both the babies home for five days.
She laughed when she told me that I wouldn’t want to leave your infant with anyone for the first year. I shook my head and said, “No way. Five days alone in Paris with you?”
“I’m serious. I am willing to bet on a year of diaper duties that you will make every excuse to stay home with the baby for the first year. Hell, you may not even allow people to hold her for the first few days after she is born.”
I looked at her in surprise. “Wait, she?”
She laughed. “I don’t know for sure but I feel like it’s a girl. I think we should name her Butterfly.”
“No way,” I replied without even looking up from my book. I tried to read but we needed a baby’s name. It was actually happening. I was reeling. We got married and her stomach was growing by the day. I knew I would love our child as much as I loved Lizzie and Niall. Our hearts were expanding for new babies to love and I wanted more already. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face all the way back to Boston.
THIRTY TWO - NICK
Lizzie and I stood in front of a large warehouse that was being renovated into office space on Boylston Street. The College of Music was within sight and we looked up and down the street at the bustling students, tourists and cars. Lizzie grinned over to me.
“Do you like this area?” I asked. She nodded enthusiastically.
“I love the building more!” She exclaimed and jumped into my arms. People walking by looked at us like we were demented but I didn’t care. We just found our home. Sawyer Productions would begin its label in this building. It felt really good.
I nodded into her hair and laughed. “We can do whatever we want to the place. We are going to need a lot of space, a ton of equipment and support from everyone we know.”
She took out the cell phone that I had recently gotten for her since I really did want to know she was a phone call away at all times. She couldn’t stop playing with it for a full night, sending me silly texts, even though I was in the same room as her.
“I’m going to call Sean and see when his next day off is,” she said, situating the phone to her ear. That was another thing. She was reaching out to people more just so she could use the damn thing. Our phone bill was going to be outrageous but I figured it would lose its novelty at some point. I walked up the street as Lizzie spoke with excitement into the phone. We were going to sign the lease on this place today. We already had a marketing team in place and quite a few interested students wanting a free internship. I was glad for that since I had no idea how to actually cut an album.
Of course, Desired Pitch would be our first recording clients. We were doing it pro bono as a test run to work out the kinks. Lizzie wanted to decorate it with posters of musicians from all time. She had already purchased, on our credit card I might add, Nina Simone, Bob Dylan, Nirvana, and Metallica posters. I rolled my eyes at the Metallica purchase in which she responded by starting to play “Fade to Black” on her guitar. So maybe I did like some of their songs.
Jeremy came up behind me and with the biggest shit eating grin, he asked, “So this is it? For real?”
“That’s it. For real,” I said, swaying back on my heels. “You know, it is the beginning of something big. Lizzie is out of her mind crazy with so much in our lives. I am really going to need some help here. Is there anyone you know who can work the studio? Maybe try to sign on some people to start? I want to watch and learn. After a while, I can start taking over the marketing aspect. Plus, I am an IT geek so the recording equipment should come to me easily as long as I have a talented ear in the recording room.”
“Well, the reason I came here was obviously I wanted to see the space. But more importantly, we may have a new client. Love Sick Ponies is the band that asked us to tour with them and they are basically done with recording preparations. They are looking for a low cost producer. They don’t make a lot of money…” I cut him off.
“Book them,” I stated. He laughed and shook his head.
“That was easy,” he said. “I would like to help out as much as I can. Between work and the band, it doesn’t leave a whole lot of time.”
I trained my eyes on him for a moment and thought. Why hadn’t I thought o
f this before?
“Jeremy, how much do you get paid down at the music store?” I instantly wanted to take back the question and reword it because people just don’t ask those things. It is rude as hell.
He shrugged. “I make like fourteen and change an hour. I have been there for years so I have full benefits as the manager.”
“So you make like thirty grand a year?” I could always calculate so quickly.
He looked down at the ground and kicked a piece of trash, clearly looking embarrassed.
“Dude, I am not trying to embarrass you. I want to hire you. Listen. I need someone I can trust to run things every day. I don’t want this to take away from my family. I mean, God, we are going to have a baby soon and I am trying to start a new company? I must be out of my mind.” I rubbed my day old scruff on my chin.
“You… you want to hire me? Without looking at my resume or anything?” he asked mystified.
“Yeah, I do. I know Lizzie would be happy with it. Let’s start you off at seventy five thousand a year, full benefits and bonuses for every band you sign.” I was full on in professional mode.
“That much? But what about when we are touring?” he asked a bit deflated.
I shrugged. We will call those weeks our down time. We will hire a few other people and they can run the business side of it, but recording and marketing will be yours to manage. Believe me, that is not a lot of money. You will understand that when you start calling this place home. You will sleep, eat and shit here when you are in town.” I chuckled.
“When do you want me to start?” he grinned.
“Yesterday,” I deadpanned.
We shook hands as Lizzie came up and wrapped her arms around me.
“What’s up?” she asked smiling.
“We just hired our first employee. Jeremy here is going to manage things for us when you aren’t touring.” She started jumping like a grasshopper and ended up jumping on Jeremy. They laughed together and I watched the two old friends as they celebrated themselves. This was going to be a great team.
Later that afternoon we were driving home. We had signed everything and Jeremy was giving his notice on his shift tonight. He was going to work at both places. I asked him to just research equipment and sounding room items. “So, Lily offered to keep Niall overnight as a wedding present to us,” Lizzie said in a husky low voice.
“Oh really?” I asked beaming. “We are still paying her though, right?”
“Of course. But it is amazing that she will take him for a whole Saturday night! What nanny does that?” She asked.
“A very well paid one,” I chuckled. She had a point though. Lily had been a godsend since we hired her and she was just as excited about the new baby as we were. Well, maybe not as excited but close. Lizzie had worked out her pay raise and Lily was having the time of her life living in the city and loving our family.
Recently, I asked her if I could help send her to college. She politely declined the offer, saying she was having too much fun and didn’t think she could give college her full attention. I respected that. Lizzie never finished either and maybe that was just how it was with this generation. Lily probably made more money as a nanny that a guy in a cubicle at a bank downtown. I told her the offer stands as long as she was our nanny and she smiled at me with appreciation.
“So, what’s on the agenda for a childfree night, Mrs. Sawyer?” I questioned.
Lizzie drummed her fingers on her leg and thought for a few moments. “There is that new movie with Ben Affleck out.” I smirked at her.
“What? He is hot and he can act. Plus he is a fellow Bostonian so we should support the locals,” she said.
“Support the locals? Are you frigging kidding me right now? He hasn’t been local in years. He is just from here.” I shook my head and rapidly blinked my eyes, trying not to say anything that would cause a spitting match.
“Ok, Ben Affleck it is. Who is the hot chick in the movie?” I laughed. She gave me the stink eye and it morphed into a grin. She looked out the window as we passed the Greatest Bar and I thought I heard her sigh. I tried to look into her eyes but she was turned too far away. I imagined the memories of her past few years would eventually fade away as we began to make new ones as a married couple. Like she stepped back into the present, she quickly turned her head and smiled.
“I don’t know about any girl but yes, she is most definitely hot. I will check movie times. We can go eat at that Italian place next to the theater. But… in the meantime…”
She leaned over and started to rub my right thigh up and down. I was instantly excited. Why was it that one minute she was my best friend that I palled around with and the next minute I was so hot and ready for her?
Lizzie started to pull at my belt and I looked over to her. Her eyes were downcast and looking at my lap. She licked her lips and I lost it. I swerved around a cab and took her hand off of my belt. “You better hold on to that thought, Elizabeth Sawyer.” She looked up with a serious expression and nodded her head. She wanted me bad.
Lizzie held on to that thought in the elevator, in the living room, in our shower, in our bed and on the floor. It was animal lust. It was panty ripping pregnant sex. She was on sexual fire and every time a bead of her sweat hit my naked body, I try to move in even closer to her. We moaned and screamed each other’s names. The words “husband” and “wife” never sounded so sexy. It was the best love making we had ever experienced. There were no more doubts. There were no more external obstacles. Internal heartache for those we loved was pushed to the side for this brief period of time. I was intoxicated by the raw and vulnerable adoration we proved to one another over and over again. It was lust. It was love. It was magic.
Our life track was taking us places. While we took pleasure in the studio’s business plans, we cherished our private family life. We basked in the ever growing attraction. I would never get sick of physically loving this woman. I didn’t care if she gained a hundred pounds or grew a sixth toe. Lizzie’s voice, scent, and smile held my heart in a vice grip. We were fucking amazing together and we both knew it…finally.
THIRTY THREE - SAM
I stared at myself in front of the bathroom mirror. I had taken to the bathroom for several hours a day. I stared at myself, I picked at pimples on my chin and forehead. Sometimes I would wash my hands until my fingers were raisins. Sometimes I prettied myself up with makeup but I didn’t leave my apartment. I don’t know how long it had been exactly. I hadn’t washed any of my clothes in a while so I was at the point where I just didn’t wear underwear. My tee shirts were dirty.
I could hear my mother’s voice. “Samantha, what in the heavens do you have on?” I would run up the stairs and change immediately. I grinned wickedly in the mirror. I didn’t have to fucking run anywhere for my parents any longer. I had cut off all communication and I was free. The irony wasn’t lost on me that I couldn’t leave the bathroom. I would go to turn the lock but back off. I just didn’t know what to expect from the rest of the apartment.
Clay was coming over less and less. When he did show up, he would bring enough powder to last me a while. Sometimes he brought a girl over. Sometimes he brought a few guys. If I was in the mood, I would join in their fun. Otherwise, I would take a stash and head to the bathroom. Clay and I didn’t speak at all. He never asked why I spent so much time by myself. I never asked what he did when he was gone.
I heard a shrilling laugh come from the living room. It almost sounded like an animal in pain. Before I could think twice, I unlocked and opened the door to find Clay and a girl making out on the couch. Her laugh was so fucking annoying and if I had to listen to her one more time; I was going to rip my fucking teeth out. It wouldn’t hurt that much since my whole face felt numb.
“Hey Clay, can you come here?” I yelled. It felt so weird to talk. I worked my jaw and looked up to see him walking towards me with a big smile on his face.
“What’s up Sammy baby?” he asked as he licked my neck.
; “You and that girl need to leave,” I commanded.
“What? Why?” he asked concerned.
“She is annoying. I don’t want her in my apartment. Please go.”
I turned around and went back into the bathroom. I locked the door and ignored Clay’s inquisition through the door. He just needed to take that screeching animal away.
After what felt like forever, I heard him talking to the girl. A few minutes after that, the front door closed and I exhaled. I snorted another line and grabbed the vodka bottle from the bottom cabinet. After I took a few swills, I decided to do my makeup.
THIRTY FOUR - NICK
Lizzie and I made love well into the early evening. When it was time to head out to the movie, I started to get out of bed and she pulled me back in.
“Nah, movies are overrated. Besides why do I need Ben Affleck when I have Nick Sawyer?” Lizzie asked.
“Are you sure baby?” I wrapped my arms around her bare waist. I proceeded to tickle and rub her ass. She sighed. She loved it when I rubbed her ass. She implied that it was soothing but I thought it was arousing. I couldn’t do it for long or I needed to have my wicked way with her. I think watching me contain my self control was what Lizzie really loved the most from her ass rubs.
“Yes, I am positive,” she answered in a sweet quiet voice. “Although, you know we need to eat.”
“Let me guess, something with avocados?” I chuckled.
She wrinkled her nose. “That sounds really disgusting right now,” she replied.
We both lay there for a moment in silence while I started to inch my fingers down her inner thighs and she was clearly thinking about what we were going to eat for dinner.
As I started to kiss her neck, the phone rang. Neither one of us moved. “I am clearly not getting out of this bed unless I have to pee or the food is here,” Lizzie protested.